Show me to walk barefoot in the grass and feel the earth beneath my being.
Show me the tales in my friends struggles, and the laughter of their freeing.
Show me when sitting in the noontime sun and soaking in its light.
Show me in hard-to-make-it journeys when there is nothing left but fight.
Show me in cuddling with my kitty and her purrs of deep content.
Show me when words are pouring fourth and when they drop silent.
Show me in the headaches and the nausea and the pain and the fatigue.
Show in me burning and the throbbing, in the sleeplessness I grieve.
Show me in chalk-dust on my fingers and the paint-stains on my clothes.
Show me in red-streaked skies at nighttime and the ever-blooming rose.
Show me in mountain’s snow-capped peaks and the torrents of the rain.
Show me in letters, texts, and Skype-dates for friendships to maintain.
Show me in all thoughts past and future,
Show me in everything banal.
Show me the chorus of the universe
In the holy of the small.
